Page 35 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

M arissa

How long had I waited for a man to utter those exact words? How many fantasies had kept me hoping I’d find my soulmate? How many sleepless night had there been, awakening to slickness between my legs?

Emotions tore through me and I couldn’t think clearly.

“Keep your eyes on me, Marissa. Do not look away.” His grip tightened. “I want to see that beautiful face.”

Why was it I didn’t fight his commands, longing to please him? Nothing made sense any longer except for the strong sense of being I felt when around him.

I loved every deep command he issued, the way his tone washed over me like smooth velvet. When I’d complied, he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple then pinched it again.

“Oh,” I whimpered, bending my arms at the elbows, weak in the knees. He was teasing me to the point I wasn’t certain how long I could take it. When he finally rubbed his finger down my stomach, I opened my legs wider without being asked.

The stern look on his face kept my full attention.

“All mine.”

When he pointed to the floor, he gave me little time to react before pushing my shoulders. I dropped to my knees without hesitation, looking up at him for direction.

All the ugliness I’d spewed, the words of hatred seemed so silly at this point. From the second I’d met the glorious and powerful man, my fantasies had been wrapped up in him and nothing else.

I couldn’t resist, wrapping both hands around his cock, running my fingers up and down his shaft. His eyes remained dilated, every muscle in his six-foot four-inch frame tense. Even his jaw was clenched, as if he was trying to hold back.

I blew across his sensitive slit, stretching the bindings as much as possible so I could roll his balls between my fingers.

“Suck me, my little virtuoso.”

The way he said the words was a rush, my mind a blur as I squeezed his testicles, trying to gauge his reaction.

Almost immediately he closed his eyes, the sound of his heavy breathing floating over me.

Just watching his reaction was such a pleasure.

He was finally letting go as he’d allowed me to do before.

I blew across the tip, surprised how nervous I was.

But as soon as I darted my tongue back and forth across his slit, I wasn’t certain anything could keep me from tasting him.

I pulled his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue around.

The combined taste of our intimacy was salty yet sweet, enticing every one of my senses.

When I slid his cock in another inch, he placed his hand on top of my head, holding me in place.

While I was hindered by the bindings, nothing would stop me from enjoying this moment.

I did what I could to keep my eyes on him, using my jaw muscles to suck.

He was so large, filling my mouth completely, and when he pressed down on my head, I almost instantly gagged from reflexes.

“Relax, baby girl.”

I tried my best to keep my eyes locked on him, enjoying every moment of watching him crumble before me.

If only that were true.

I licked and sucked, getting used to the feel of him, the taste of him.

And I wanted more.

I wrapped my hand around the base, twisting it back and forth. I could tell he enjoyed the friction by the look of darkness crossing his face. His body was shaking and as he rolled onto the balls of his feet, the action pushed more of his cock into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

While I gagged briefly, I was so eager to taste his cream that I managed to calm my nerves, relaxing within seconds.

He narrowed his eyes, staring down at me like the primal beast he’d become.

As he took over, placing his other hand on my face, I shuddered in his hold.

Everything was a delicious blur, and I closed my eyes, longing to keep the fairytale in the back of my mind for years to come.

I was under no impression this was anything other than one thing.

Pure sin.

Why was it being with him felt almost as freeing as when I lost myself to the music? I could hear beats, notes, and dark chords of the music created just for him. All because of him.

He thrust harder. Faster. Finally developing a rhythm. While I struggled to breathe, the joy of having him in my mouth outweighed everything else. I could do this for hours, enjoying every moment of being taken by him.

My, wasn’t I a filthy girl after all?

My jaws ached, my pulse skyrocketing, and just when I thought he was going to erupt in my mouth, he pulled completely free. I peered up at him, already reaching out. Panting, I licked my lips, his chuckle such a sweet reward.

“What you do to me,” he gritted out. He took his time, raking both hands through his thick strands of hair as he swayed back and forth as if drunk on our passion.

Every sound was a promise, every caressing touch an act of possession.

Kazimir sighed heavily before sliding his arms under mine, yanking me to my feet. The moment he shoved me against the wall, I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“May God forgive me.” His words, his plea became a testament of our sin and I knew there was no turning back the clock. We’d crossed a line that could never be erased.

He wasted no time, returning his cock to my aching pussy. He took his time thrusting inside, but once fully seated, he let out an intense growl, the sound sending another wave of shivers down to my toes.

“So tight. My God, you’re so wet for me.”

“You make me that way.”

He narrowed his eyes, his breathing as labored as mine. When he rolled onto the balls of his feet, pushing me further up the wall, he planted both hands on either side of me. “Hands over your head. If I need to tell you again, your bottom will ache for a week.”

Another thrilling moment, another rush of sensations.

I was certain I would fall, but the weight of his body pressing against mine kept me aloft.

As he started to fuck me once again, I was lulled into a magnificent moment of bliss, vibrations dancing through me.

He was powerful as I knew he’d be, rough in the right way as he fucked me, plunging in deep thrusts.

The blissful lull was quickly replaced with utter ecstasy as an orgasm began to build.

This was something incredible, igniting all my senses.

“Oh, yes…”

“You will learn to obey me.” He was looking at me was like he planned on devouring every inch. I wrapped my feet together, no longer able to breathe or think clearly as the climax started to build.

“Never.”

His laugh boomed in the room. “We shall see about that.”

When he slowed down his rhythm, switching the angle, I was immediately tossed into another realm. I couldn’t hold back a scream as the orgasm jetted through me like a tidal wave.

“Oh, God. Oh…” I lolled my head, struggling to blink or breathe. He picked up his speed once again, driving me so hard into the wall that I lost my breath.

“Good girl. Very good girl.”

The praise was strangely comforting, the warmth I felt expanding into a blaze of fire. The single orgasm didn’t seem to be enough, my body reacting to his firm hold. The cascade of sensations was like a live wire, the pull on my emotions as electric as the moment.

When the deliciousness began to subside, he yanked me away from the wall.

I couldn’t help myself, throwing my bound hands over his head, pressing my face against his.

I didn’t care what he did with me at this point.

I knew he’d carried me away from the wall.

I only knew I adored being in his arms, completely protected and cared for.

He kissed my lips as he walked, every breathless sound he made fueling the fire. When he fell to his knees, forcing me onto mine, our lips were only centimeters away.

His whispers created a magical place where safety and fantasy combined, creating a dark but incredible abyss. No one could hurt us here.

If only that were true.

Never blinking, he rolled the tip of his index finger around my lips, gently pushing them to open. Without thinking, I captured the long digit, sucking as I shifted my tongue back and forth. His eyes twinkled from amusement, his laugh keeping me tingling.

“One talented woman.”

He allowed me to torment him for a few seconds before tossing me onto all fours, I dug my fingers into the soft rug, thankful I’d stretched my budget to purchase such an extravagance.

When I arched my back, he let out another growl.

After pushing his heated body against mine, he wrapped his hand around my long hair, yanking until I was forced to look straight ahead.

I sensed his hunger increasing from the way his muscles tensed. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, rubbing his hand on my stomach before crawling his fingers lower. The moment he shoved his hand between my legs, I shuddered in his hold.

Everything was exciting. His heated breath. His rough touch. He swirled the tip of his finger around my clit several times and I was shocked my body bucked against him involuntarily.

“You’re so wet. So hungry.”

My laugh was hoarse. “Yes.”

“You want more.”

I shoved my butt against him as my answer.

As he pinched my clit, forcing pain into my system, he thrust his cock into my pussy. There was no gentleness in his actions, just raw need. The anger and frustration, the fear and determination made our connection both explosive and undeniable.

My pussy muscles clamped down like a tight vise and the feel of his cock throbbing so deep inside kept me breathless.

“This is what you need,” he growled as he pressed his head against my ear. “A man to take full control of you, cherishing your voluptuous body while disciplining you as often as necessary.”

Why did his words push me to another level, the full surrender of my body so easy? I had no answer.